#and she’s a bit of a dick who reluctantly does good

[mil0mocha]

Tulip! I’m having a blast with New Vegas

[hazbinwhoree]

Hello! I hope I'm not bothering you or anything! But I've been lurking on your blog for quite a bit now lol. If it's okay, can I request a jealous! Adam x Reader? If you're feeling generous, maybe make it a bit smutty? The Reader can be an angel, sinner or hellborn. The story is completely up to you!

Jealousy, Jealousy

A/N: I left it vague so the reader can be angel, sinner, or hellborn, it’s up to you reader!

Warnings: Slight breeding kink

Adam was seething. He watched Michael and (Name) interact, Michael clearly flirting if his facial expressions and body language were anything to go by. Adam had left her alone for two minutes and Michael swooped in. He quickly decided he’d seen enough and barged into the conversation.

“Shitface,” he greeted Michael, putting a possessive hand on (Name)’s waist and pulling her into him. Michael soured. “Adam,” he greeted tightly. “We have places to be,” Adam announced. “Later, Mikey.” He tugged (Name) away.

With her hand in his, Adam led (Name) swiftly to his home, and as soon as they were inside, he was slamming (Name) up against the wall.

“Adam!” she gasped. “What’s gotten into you?”

“You letting Michael carry on even though he clearly wanted to fuck you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“He was fucking flirting with you, (Name).”

“Oh… does that mean you’re jealous?”

Adam didn’t answer with words. Instead he growled and buried his face in her neck, sucking and biting his marks onto her. (Name) moaned. Adam pulled back just to lift her up by the ass, her legs locking around his waist. Then he continued the assault on her neck. (Name) felt heat rush to her core. She liked this possessive side of Adam.

“He wanted to fuck you,” Adam hissed against her neck. “But I’m the only one who can fuck you.” (Name) shuddered.

Adam had never been more grateful for skirts, tugging (Name)’s up to bunch around her stomach, revealing her panties. He ripped those without a care, and (Name) whined, “I liked that pair.” “I’ll buy you a new one, shut up.”

(Name) was really enjoying this. She should make Adam jealous more often.

Suddenly Adam was lifting her up the wall until her crotch was at his face. She threw her legs over his shoulders. Adam held her up against the wall as he leaned forward and began eating her out like it was his last meal. (Name) cried out and grabbed onto his horns.

His skilled tongue went up and down a few times before circling her clit, and then he began to fuck her with it. Adam had a long tongue, and (Name) had never been more grateful for it as she held onto him for dear life.

Adam’s tongue circled her clit again, and (Name) was quickly nearing the edge. Adam knew her well enough to recognize when she was close, and to her dismay, he pulled back and tapped her legs. She reluctantly slid them off his shoulders and let herself slide down the wall until she and Adam were face to face again.

He slammed his lips against hers and (Name) moaned when she could taste herself on him. It was absolutely sinful.

Adam disconnected their lips and put (Name) on the ground. She leaned heavily against the wall, her legs shaky. Adam shed his robe and pulled his pants and boxers down just enough to free his dick.

He grabbed (Name) under her arms and lifted her back up against the wall. She wrapped her arms around his neck while he lined himself up before abruptly thrusting up into her. (Name) cried out, nearly choking Adam with how tight she held onto him.

Adam couldn’t care less, beginning to thrust at an absolutely brutal pace. She was positioned just so that with every thrust her clit rubbed against his pubic bone.

“Fuck, Adam,” she moaned.

“You’re mine, you hear me?” Adam panted. “Michael wishes he could have you like this, but he could never satisfy you like I can.”

(Name) blushed. “You like that, slut? You like when I talk to you while I fuck you?”

(Name) swallowed her pride and nodded.

“Good, because you need to know that you’re mine, I fucking own you. No one else can fuck you this good. The next time I catch you letting Michael flirt with you, I’m fucking you in front of him.”

(Name) moaned unabashedly.

Adam groaned, getting close. He could tell (Name) was getting close too, and he kept his pace steady and hard. “I’m gonna cum in you while you cum on my dick. Gonna put a fucking baby in you. Then everyone will know who you belong to.”

That pushed (Name) over the edge and she came with a cry. Her pussy tightened around Adam and that was all it took for him to cum as well. He pushed (Name) down on his dick while simultaneously thrusting upwards, cumming deep inside of her.

They stayed like that for a minute, panting and catching their breaths.

“Fuck, Adam, that was–” “Fantastic, I know.” The cocky bastard.

Adam was going to set (Name) back on the floor, but by the way her legs were shaking, he wasn’t sure she’d be able to stand. So he pulled out, smirking when some of his cum dripped down her thigh and onto the floor.

He carried her over to the bed and gently placed her down on it. “Wait here.” He went to grab a towel.

As he carefully cleaned her up after cleaning himself, (Name) stared at him with an indiscernible expression. “What?” Adam asked.

“I should get you jealous more often.”

[evilminji]

Broadway :3c

And I hear ya. (Insert spooky joke here) There is a sprawling WEB of central hubs, for The Arts. For trade. For getting drunk and having a good time. The Zone is large and it is endless. You'll NEVER reach the far end. It can never reach you.

All things, in gentle sweeping waves, across eternity.

So when folks want to have "a market" or "a movie theater" or "the waterpark"? You gotta PICK a point on the endless map. Figure if you are close or far enough away for others like it, to make it worth the effort to build.

You might even be the first to do it for GALAXIES in any direction! People might fly for WEEKS to come to your place! Move their Lairs to be closer too it. Like dust gathered by gravity, slowly creating planets and stars. A mega Lair. A CITY.

They rise, they fall, the Zone shifts all the while.

But!

Does the dead starlet stop singing? Does getting gunned down, stop the show?? I think NOT! Where is her STAGE? What musicals? What dramas? What operas and tragedies and forms unknown to human kind??! Ballet dancers who CAN defy gravity! Singers who have no NEED for air! The haunting blend of instruments, that could never in life have met! From empires long turned to ASH!

The greatest show in DEATH!

Ember was a world wide hit. Yes, her voice was hypnotic. But that could be FOUGHT. It was SKILL that carried the game. And she was hardly "I was Literally The Greatest My Planet Ever Produced" skilled. She was good, great even. Not "I was Born For Greatness" Excellence.

And like?

.....eventually? Danny's gonna ask after "cultural-y" Culture stuff. Clothes and food. Music and the arts. To help his parents get used to the whole "our son is half-dead" thing. To show he's not some mindless monster now.

And? Ghostwriter? Probably an absolute legend. Does he know where you can find some CULTURE? Oh THANK ZONE! He thought you'd NEVER ask! You unsophisticated-! *fist fight in a library* Still a dick, though. Always and forever.

And just? Imagine Broadway stretched out into a floating city. That never sleeps. Never stops. Shows ever changing. Some on a cycle, some only once. Dream-like. Beautiful. Eye catching.

And yeah, Danny didn't think he LIKED musicals. It was more of a Jazz thing. But? This was important! Gotta get the whole family in the Speeder. We're going to see a play, guys! We'll pick when we get there! Family road trip! Educational! We can make notes!

His parents are trying to be supportive. Big, fixed, strained grins. Trying to pretend to be excited. But they... DO seem reluctantly intrigued? And Jazz is all but vibrating in her seat. It's basically her "before you go away to college" present. And she is THRILLED.

The longer she excitedly speculates? The more into it she gets their folks. This IS gonna be new! Exciting! Never before seen Ghost Culture! Music! As a FAMILY! Think we could find souvenirs? Ooooh, wonder if they sell CDs??!

Then? They GET there. And it's... it's like seeing the Las Vegas strip for the first time, except multiplied into a city. Made of even MORE styles and eras. At angles gravity would never allow.

The air filled with laughter and excitement, people rushing to shows or humming bits of tunes. Street stalls. Fountains. Flowers growing everywhere.

They could stay for months and not even reach a fraction of these buildings. His parents are taking countless photos. His sister squeeling with joy as she races for an information kiosk like they just arrived at Disneyland. He, at least, remembers to lock up the Speeder. Grab their day bags.

When did HE become the responsible one?

The argue over shows. Obviously. Wouldn't be Fenton's otherwise. HE wants to see the alien one. It's from mars! But it's his sister's trip, as his dad points out, so she gets to choose. She picks a musical set during the Fall of Krpton. He's... reluctantly kinda interested. I mean, EVERYBODY likes Superman, right?

It's... it's amazing. Terrible, but amazing. I mean? A coming of age story cut tragically short? Oof. Hello, massively projecting then getting FEELS about it! Yeah, sure, rip my heart out why don't you? He's fine. No, really! Just drowning in his own emotions over here. The refrain of "A Life Well Lived"? *gargling dying whale noises* he's FINE. Not grappling with anything! Go on without him!

Thankfully?

They DO sell CDs.

He... he may end up, kinda, getting a bit of a collection. Going on the weekends, hoping show to show. Wandering to whichever catches his eye in the moment. Buying the CDs for one's he likes. Which? Honestly is a lot of them. Even though there's all sorts of genres and languages. Cause it... it RESONATES you know?

The grief. The anger. The "I have died but I wasn't FINISHED. It isn't FAIR.". And? Something about ghost speak flows so BEAUTIFULLY in song? It's hard to explain. But he... he needs them.

A pair of headphones, a CD, and a clear night sky? Nothing touches it. It's like a trance made of light. Like he can just drift.

The problem? Is the CDs are kinda... Zone made? They're radioactive, for one. Nothing a Fenton CD player can't handle. But... they? Also? Kinda fuckin GLOW? Like... very, very noticeably. And not in a "ha ha, cool glow in the dark paint!" Sorta way.

.........but like FUCK is he leaving his music behind when he goes to college. Gotham will have to deal. It's already a burning shit-nado, it can handle this. Probably. He'll put um in a lead lined box. Actually, speaking OF.... he needs to get a few more of those... *goes back to packing*

Which? Is how? The Bats are treated to some of the most HAUNTING music they've ever heard, belted and crooned from Some Guy's speakers, out an open window, on the "stop for a mid-patrol drink of water and a snack" building. It's one of the intersections of their patrol routes. And THAT? That is some dude listening to a Romani ballad about death and the circus. Now it's a musical about the trenches of an obscure war.

Okay, that was DEFINITELY Kryptonian. Like... coherent Krypto- *Bruce gets a call from Clark on his "work" number DEMANDING to know where that is coming from. Who is that voice Bruce?!* huh.... Well Then.

@hdgnj @hypewinter @nerdpoe @lolottes @babbling-babull @spidori @mutable-manifestation @the-witchhunter

[moominsuki]

bakugou is definitely someone who can’t love or be truly intimate someone until he’s known them for an uncomfortable amount of time. that’s why he’s the perfect candidate for falling in love with a childhood friend or a longtime colleague.

don’t get it twisted - he has probably been with a few women here and there (flings and such) but it’s not even in his character to sleep with women a.k.a the pump and dump. he thinks it’s degrading and he doesn’t particularly enjoy being with women he doesn’t have a strong connection to. the man just has urges.

he falls in love so randomly too - if it’s a childhood friend, it’s someone he always wanted/liked to a certain degree, he was just too pussy to say anything and life happens and they finally get to reignite that spark like nothing happened and this one is an adorable one because you’ve both known each other for a while and you’ve seen him through his awkward, angsty 5’7 bakugou stage and you adored him just as much as you did then and now - it helps he’s gorgeous and also a sweetie pie.

if it’s a colleague/coworker, then it happens when he’s slightly older and it’s someone who he’s had a thing for but, like aforementioned, bakugou hates to ruin a good thing and has a huge fear of rejection - even though you always fill up the coffee in the break room how he likes it, even though you let him pick you up to and from work, even though you literally kissed his cheek at a party. he chalks it up to you being tipsy and you eventually have to grab his face and just kiss him and it goes from there.

either way, bakugou actually takes his time with you - the road to intimacy is a bit slower because of how much he really likes you but you do end up doing the do (yay) and bakugou actually gets super overwhelmed during intimate sex with someone he really wants. it’s a very carnal desire that burns in him and it swallows him up whole.

it’s been a heavy day at work - bakugou feels a bit shitty and you offer a nice bath to loosen you both up. he obliges even though he doesn’t normally do baths because it’s you, duh.

you get in and so does he and it’s quiet - a few words of “you good, baby?” and “lemme wash your hair,” here and there. you’re not doing anything particularly profound but like aforementioned, intimacy makes bakugou’s dick chub up like crazy. you can feel it pressing into your butt and it’s endgame.

he takes you in missionary in his bed and you’re looking up at him, all wide eyed and glassy and a little drunk on him. bakugou prides himself in being an attentive and long lasting lover but when you wrap your legs around his lower back, your hands press into his shoulders and a few unshed tears in your eyes and pull his face down to kiss you with a ghost “i love you so much” resting on your lips does bakugou practically reel into you: red face in your neck and a guttural moan of your name and profanities slurred into one new word.

bakugou knows he’s entirely whipped: he can’t believe he’s ever slept with women casually when being intimate could feel like this, like a piece of your soul being pulled out by a succubus. only this succubus loves him and laughs at his jokes and cleans at his wounds and when she laughs, he feels like the world is a good place again.

when he reluctantly pulls back to see your face, he’s met with a smile that reaches your eyes and he falls in love with you all over again.

not before folding you in half to apologise for the early arrival.

[dilfhos]

STRAY

#!WHO : SHIGARAKI TOMURA

#!CC: puppygirl!reader, thoughts of depravity, readers kinda naive, no thots just dick, there’s no expressive consent but reader’s kinda dumb and needy, use of “doggy” and “pup”. reader does actually bark (not them arf, yips! like a husky, heady bark.) MDNI.

+bringing back this banger from my old blog. you can also read it on my ao3. im nervous lol idk how its gonna hold up 2 years later, diff audience. i can’t remember the ask specifically but it was something like Shigaraki finding a stray and he ends up using her. omg and i want to tag @bakatenshii idk if you remember my old alias but i do remembered you loved this fic!

+NETWORK(S): @angelshub @bitchcraftinc (i keep forgetting to do this mL, excuse the random @/lovelies)

“Good girl,” Shigaraki whispers and he really means it, at least for now. It makes him think having a pet like you may not be all that bad…

Shigaraki still wonders how he ever let this be, an animal-woman hybrid living in his already cramped apartment. Doesn’t know why he hadn’t bothered to kick you out either. But it could be anybody’s guess as to why you still remain.

It all started when he got into an argument with his landlord, one that required him the self control to back off and avoid killing the bastard. It was rainy but Shigaraki paid no mind to the stinging raindrops that pelted his skin and soaked his clothes. It was dark out, but not too dark as to not notice you cowering against the side of his building upon his return. Your eyes were closed as you trembled in the cold rain.

Shigaraki didn’t know why he found himself moving closer to get a better look at you but when your eyes shot open, he found himself almost curious. He’d never seen anything like you before. Especially when your ears, you very doglike ears twitched forward, erect and alert. But you didn’t seem all that afraid. You were dressed in soaked shirt that was too big for you as it sagged off your body.

He crouched down and you inched toward him reluctantly and as you moved from your previous position, his eyes sought out the tail that had been tucked in between your legs.

“Hey, there you are,” Someone cooed from behind him. Shigaraki turned to eye the man. There was nothing all that remarkable about him; he wore all black, his hood over his head save for a few dark locks that stuck to his brows. Shigaraki wasn’t the least bit intimidated. But that couldn’t be said for you as you frantically dove into his arms, letting out a frightened whimper. Your ears flattened against your head as your hands curled into Shigaraki’s coat.

He wanted to back you off and leave from the situation as it had nothing to do with him and was fixing to do so when he looked down. Your pupils were blown and eyes glossy, pleading.

He sighed before standing, pulling you up with him to stand on trembling feet.

“She yours?” Shigaraki mumbled. You moved behind him, your hands tightening on his clothes.

“Heh, yeah, ran right out through the door. Isn’t that right baby?” You growled all while cowering behind Shigaraki’s form.

“No collar,” Shigaraki noted.

“Been meaning to get her one. C’mon baby, why don’t you leave the nice man alone and come back home with me?” He cooed.

The utter confidence and trust you had in Shigaraki at this moment was appalling. He barely covered the man in terms of height and upon first glance, he looked rather average. Definitely not the type to win in a fist fight. So why were you so dependent on him to save you?

Shigaraki didn’t have time to really think too much about it because the man advanced, silver glinting under the streetlamp. You yelped and cowered back against the wall again, covering your eyes.

You heard a grunt followed by a pained cry as that then died into the sound of pelting rain. When you lowered your shaky hands, Shigaraki was standing over a pile of what looked to be ash, the knife a few feet away.

Ever since that night, he couldn’t seem to shake you.

You’re loyal and to him, it’s annoying. Showing up at his doorsteps turns into you sleeping on his ratty couch. His chasing you away turns into grumbles of tolerance. The typical sneer he wears when you come sniffing around dissolved in hidden blushes and twitched lips as your distrustful cowering eventually turn into you becoming disturbingly comfortable around him.

After another day of pressing his key into the lock does he already see you on the other side of the door, tail whipping back and forth in excitement as you await his return. Except he isn’t really in the mood. Today was particularly bad and he wanted nothing more than to possibly let off steam, maybe watch something, blow his load and sleep.

“Stupid mutt, stop doing that!” He growls when his back immediately slams against the door, eyes narrowed in the way you smile up at him.

“Welcome home sir.” You beamed.

Another thing you picked up was calling him ‘sir’. Despite the many times he tells you not to. He wasn’t your last owner, and honestly, he’d like it if you didn’t call him anything. But every one of his complaints go through one ear and out the other with you having half the intelligence of an actual dog.

He recoils when he feels your tongue graze his neck. Groans when it doesn’t just end there. You’re licking his chin, his neck, and when your tongue laps over his lips, he’s trying to buck you off. But you’re so persistent as you press further against him, your front grinding up against his groin unknowingly.

Shigaraki bites back a moan at your ignorance, his cock already hardening from your aimless shifting.

You couldn’t feel the bulge pushing against your thigh? The soft grunts he’d release when you’d lap at the rough skin of his neck? You can’t be that stupid or then maybe you are.

But would it be that bad if you are? Because then he wouldn’t feel guilty when he dreams of stuffing you full with his cock. You practically ask for it every chance you get with him. The sleeping in his bed, your excessive show of affection, the sickening devotion in your eyes.

And then, isn’t it what he deserved? He did save you that night. Do you even remember how easy it could have been for him to just walk away? To give you up to that creep? Sure it only happened a few weeks ago but he thinks of that night as if it was only the last. How when he brought you home and went to retrieve a towel to dry you up, you were on your hands and knees practically presenting yourself to him as you slumped in exhaustion. As if giving him the go ahead to do what he wanted to and by gods, it took everything with him not to.

He wasn’t a hero, not by a long shot. And maybe you didn’t have the mental capacity to accept that he was actually a villain because in your eyes, he was your savior.

But as said, today was a particularly bad day and right now he felt anything but.

So just this once he’ll give in. Whether you wanted it or not didn’t matter to him at this point, already past contemplation. After all you’re his pet now, his property and if he can’t do this then what good are you really?

You release your little whimpers and when you look up, your eyes are wide, so full of confusion when he suddenly has you on your hands and knees pressing into you from behind on the floor. Your owner wears a new look, his eyes so feral, teeth gritted. And you know that look; it was the look of your last owner among all the other men that tried to take you on the streets. Hunger. Greed. Desperation.

And you should be wary, should cower away from the carnality in his eyes because you know better than anyone that when it’s present one thing is desired. Yet, you hold your ground. You don’t struggle, in fact he could just make out the way your hips shimmy back a little bit and the whine that surfaces from your throat.

You just can’t help it, the air around you has changed. A thick cloud of hot lust is weighing down around you and so much so, you can’t help but to submit. Besides you trust him one for reasons you can’t figure out.

Shigaraki refuses to meet your eyes, instead he quickly fumbles with his belt and takes out his hard cock. A blush spreads across his face when he eyes the steady slick trailing down your thighs and upon closer inspection he can see how swollen you were and that’s what does him in.

It’s what has him surging forward, bottoming out completely inside of you. Your ears flatten against your head as you let out the neediest sounding moan, one that has a shiver licking down his spine.

“Shit. Shit,” He should feel ashamed, taking advantage of you like this. But he clings on the fact that he’s a villain, that’s his justification. A villian with his pet, that’s all this is.

It’s fueling his newfound vigor as he speeds up, the heat of your tight cunny sucking him in with every cant of his hips.

His fingers dig into the plush of your hips as his own thrust forward, his cock forcing past your tight ring of muscle. You look back again, your eyes glossy with tears, long tongue hanging out as you whine and pant. He was so thick, so heavy within your tight, hot walls. Your nails scrape helplessly against the dingy carpet as he rocks into you with so much drive.

In the midst of your panting and whining surfaces his voice, so grating and filthy as he tumbles every degrading name in the book. It should worry him and yet it has his stomach knotting up, his thighs and glutes tightening as he holds on to your hips for dear life. And in the midst of that is the loud, wet, shlicks of each sink into you.

“My needy little bitch. Taking my cock like a good doggy,” He grits, eyeing the recoil of your ass against his hips.

His hand seeks out the base of your tail as he uses it as leverage to pull you back onto his cock. And it hurts, it has the tears spilling over and yet, your cunt only tightens around him some more.

“F-Feels good sir!” You cry out at about the same time as he mumbles,

“Good doggy, such a good pup,” And at his praise, your ears bend forward, and your tail begins to switch slowly in his gasp. You feel a knot in your tummy, desperately winding down to what you’re chasing. It has you rocking back against him needy to have, so so needy. And the way your resolve has melted away, it makes all his thoughts of guilt completely vanish, leaving him with an unbearable need to fill you up.

He’s quickly pulling out and flipping you onto your back, nails digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he spreads you wide.

You were so wet, inhumanly so as it’s gushing down onto the carpet and the sight alone has him nearly cumming right then and there but he holds it. At least until he’s thrusting into you again, your head thrown back as you let out a broken whine. Your tits bounce with all the force he’s using as he’s putting everything into these last moments. His one track kind only focuses in the tuft of fur above your cunny, at the way your puffy lips pull part each time he's pushing forward and the slick coating his cock.

You’re yelping with each kiss he delivers to your cervix, hands desperate to hold onto to your new owner. You reach out and he grasps your wrists, using you to thrust impossibly deeper into you. Static fills his mind as his eyes roll back, his hips slamming against yours, balls smacking your ass each time.

“Fuck, fuck cumming!”

“Sir! Sir please-” You cut your own self off with a heady bark, one that startles him. It’s also what has him groaning as he twitches, his seed spilling so suddenly into you. Your pussy milks him as you gush around his dick and it has him falling over, elbows pressed into the carpet on either side of your head. Your legs wrap around his waist as your hips shimmy up against him, whining as you push past your own limits, twitching every so slightly at the overstimulation and sealing this moment of what would be the best one in your simple little head.

“Good girl,” Shigaraki whispers and he really means it, at least for now. It makes him think having a pet like you may not be all that bad.

He also thinks he should probably name you.

dilfos. do not plagiarize any parts of my content— current or archival. all rights reserved.

[mixvyu]

Parfum d’étoile - episode three

scaramouche x reader smau

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★—

Fast forward saturday :

You ran to the library, checking your phone every five seconds hoping that time would magically go backward and that you wouldn’t be late anymore (it sadly did not happen)

You rushed into the building and frantically looked around for the table that kazuha said he’d be waiting at. And when you spotted said table you were horrified to see that all four boys were seated with their laptops and notebooks open which mean that you would be the last one to arrive and would draw unnecessary attention.

The worst thing ever would be to have them annoyed at you and the thought of people not liking you made you sick.

You decided that eyeing the table from afar and overthinking would not result into anything good so you ended up swallowing your concerns and walking up to them .

"Hey! I’m sorry I’m a bit late"

"A bit?" Scaramouche scoffed and kazuha elbowed him in response "it’s okay we were just brainstorming ideas" the white and scarlet haired boy said with a smile

All the two other guys did was nod in response.

As if arriving late and making them have a bad impression of you wasn’t enough, the only available seat was next to Scaramouche.

You sat down reluctantly and opened your computer and notebook.

"Since there’s five chapters we should probably juste five different parts and every one get one. It’d be easier to work like that" Albedo said, not lifting his eyes from his macbook screen even once.

"Yeah but then that wouldn’t be a group project would it ? If everyone does their own thing without consulting the others then it’s more of a solo project" Heizou said, looking at the blonde who was still typing away.

You could see Scaramouche and Kazuha beside you, nodding along to the conversation while on their phone chatting with each other. If you got a little closer you could almost make up what their were typing

But the thought of them maybe discussing you for one reason or another had you freezing on the spot.

Kazuha suddenly shut his phone down and looked up

"Maybe we can divide ourselves into small groups, so it’d still be a group project but it would also be easier to manage!" He said enthusiastically. Scaramouche let out a groan at his friend’s words but Kazuha ignored him and continued "we could have two groups of two and albedo can work alone if he wants"

"Sound good to me" Albedo said as he looked up from his laptop for the first time in minutes

"So me and you and heizou and Y/N?" Scaramouche asked, eyes sparkly at the fact that he did not have to do this with other people

"Uh maybe you should work with Y/N and i’ll work with Heizou instead"

"What…? Why would i want to work with…" he gave you a dirty look before finishing his sentence "…that?"

You clutched onto your notebook at his words

"Kuni don’t be a dick"

"What? I’m just being honest she isn’t even-"

You got up violently before he could finish his sentence : you didn’t want to hear it. At all.

The guys in your group flinched and stared at you in shock and surprise and so did some people close to your table.

"Sorry it’s getting late, i need to go home i have homework for monday. See you around!"

"What was the point of coming in the first place" the purple haired guy added, still eyeing you up and down

You gathered your things quickly but, before you could walk out, you felt a warm hand softly grabbing your wrist

"Wait let me walk you home" the poet said with a soft smile and pity in his eyes

★—

"I’m really sorry about him. He doesn’t mean to be that condescending he’s just really stupid"

You snorted "Yeah. Yeah… I just… I don’t know why he hates me"

"He doesn’t hate you!" Kazuha answered almost immediately "He doesn’t hate you." He said again, with a calmer tone this time.

You finally looked up from the ground and gave kazuha a small smile

A comfortable silence installed itself for a few minutes before kazuha broke it once again

"You don’t really have to go home, do you?"

"No, i just wanted out"

"So since we both have free time, do you want to go grab a cup of coffee? There’s this really nice french café called Le club close-by : they have the best pastries ever, you have to try them"

"Yeah! That’d be a pleasure!"

★—

Extras!

The guys actually didn’t care about Y/N arriving late at all she jst overthinks a lot (she’s jst like me fr)

Kazuha is so boyfriend i need to make another smau abt him

The café is actually a real french café that’s not far from my school, it’s soooo good but also super expensive, it’s like 3.50€ for a muffin wtf

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[junosswans]

Batfam headcanons: Report Writing

I was thinking about nonsense then it occured to me "how would the batfam write their mission/patrol report?" Like, they must have very distinct personal style that you could recognise even through the standard bat-computer font. So I wrote this!

Dick: When Dick was still Robin, he absolutely HATED writing reports. "I write enough reports at school, B-man! Why would you make me write more??" He would attempt to wriggle out of the task by bribing Alfred with snacks or offering to do chores in exchange, because anything is better than sitting straight in front of the computer and typing (they usually indulge him and let him be). He'd also slip in a few swear words and gloss over details when he HAD to write something. His reports were short and written in a slightly childish manner. However, after becoming Nightwing and moving out, his report have made drastic improvement because hey, you definitely get a lot of practice in writing admin papers as a cop. His writing style is now concise and straight to the point, filled with professional jargons and divided in clear bullet points. All the photos are properly numbered and labelled, in a typical forensic science style. (Though admittedly, he still hates writing reports. But it's something that he wouldn't let his siblings know.) He's however, chronically late in submitting his reports, because he always has a lot of things to do and he has a bad case of procrastinating when it's something he dislikes.

Jason: Jason entered the clan with a lot of anxiety (Will I be accepted? Will I ever measure up to Dick?) And a lot of insecurities. So he treats report writing very seriously and is very detailed and thorough. He tries his best to adhere to the format Bruce gave him, and would triple check his spellings and grammars (another insecurity of him). As Red Hood, he still writes his reports (reluctantly) in the same cautious manner, and he would spend a lot of time profiling the victims and the perpetrators, because it always feels personal to him. He sympathises with both sides, understands their struggles and darkness intimately, and it shows in his written report. His reports on the person of interest's background and psychological analysis is always the most detailed and on-point. He writes in paragraphs usually, and he has a broad vocabulary that leans more on the literary side. Tim comments that he feels like he's in highschool lit class whenever he needs to read Jason's report for something, since Jason's prose always has a poetic and emotional tone to it.

Tim: Tim writes his reports dutifully and very seriously, but his seriousness doesn't always translate to a piece of good report. As a kid who has the tendency to ramble, is nosey, AND has photographic memory, Tim's reports are filled with details that nobody knows whether they are necessary. He would go off and transcribe all the dialogues he heard (including the passers-by), list out all the items in the nearby trashcan, and note down how the fast food shop down the corner has a buy-one-get-one-free promotion on hotdogs. He digresses a lot, but since his eyes for details did help crack a case once or twice (definitely more than that), Bruce lets it slip. His formatting are a mess, sometimes using bullet points and suddenly switch into paragraphs and then somehow becomes a tree diagram, his reports are definitely an eyesore (Bruce, regrettably, doesn't let this slip). As Red Robin, he's made a lot of improvements on his formatting (company paperwork does that to you) and is a bit more brief, but he still has the tendency to note down the oddest things in his reports. His reports also has the most amount of photos.

Cass: Cass is still pretty new to this whole writing thing and computer thing, so she gets a lot of leeway in her report writing. She is allowed to hand this work to others (if she's on a teamed mission), or use photos, pictures and handwriting/doodling to make her point (Bruce would later code & transcribe them to make them searchable on the database). Though given the freedom to not do the work (which her siblings are deeply envious of), Cass actually likes to write her version of reports as she treats this as an opportunity to practice her literacy. Her reports look like a collage journal with very sparse, simple writing. She also has the tendency to just put in a few seemingly unrelated keywords and let others figure out the significance behind them. They're usually very insightful and useful to the case. She also likes to draw in her reports, which everyone finds endearing. Babs taught her how to draw scientific diagrams and label the items, which she puts good use to. Since she's very observant to the human anatomy and body language, the family relies a lot on her reading when there is multiple suspects.

Damian: As "the proper heir to the robin title", Damian has a no-bullshit attitude on his reports. He submits them on time, is clear in his writing, and the format is impeccable. He has a very goal-oriented view on things, so his reports tend to focus largely on the outcome of cases instead of the process (a polar opposite to Jason's and Tim's reports). He would write a lot on how and when the culprit was captured, and the consequences that await them, while some other members tend to focus more on the process of deduction and puzzle-solving. Somedays, when he is particularly annoyed with others, Damian would slip in complaints into his reports and make sure everyone KNOWS he's upset. It's like a public call-out post.

Babs: As Batgirl, Babs writes the clearest and most condensed report out of everyone, cause she learned the best from her father. She has a keen eye on analysing material evidence, and would notice the smallest scratch on things and document them faithfully in her report. She likes to use abbreviations however, and that often confuses Damian and Cass ("what does OAN even mean?? Is that a type of wire??"). Sometimes she'd abbreviate the weirdest things just to confuse everyone else and they can beg her to explain them. As Oracle, she doesn't write any reports. YOU write reports to Oracle.

Steph: Steph is passionately against the idea of report writing. In her opinion, if she delivers the result there shouldn't be a need to write pages long of boring, bland descriptions on how that result is achieved. To various degrees of success, she would bribe others into doing the work for her ("work smarter, not harder, baby!") But when she has to write something, she would write in a very casual tone and often types with voice input. Therefore, her reports are filled with odd typos and occasionally hilarious choice of words (not because she couldn't be professional, but she doesn't want to be). Bruce is mostly frustrated but is also secretly glad that she's not forcing herself to do something that she doesn't want to. And she is true that she always delivers.

Duke: Duke is mostly neutral towards the aspect of report writing-- he's not particularly fond of it, but he understands that it is something important. Thanks to his superhuman vision, Duke is very alert in observing his surroundings and the environment. He would map out very detailed diagrams about building structures as well as machine components, which makes his reports very reliable when it comes to any kind of crimes related to alien items and technological innovations. Duke also has a large network from his Robingang, so he's very informed in the rumours and hearsays on the streets. He would include most of what he's heard in his reports so that others could follow up on them at night.

[d10nyx]

nyx u r COOKIN!!! im doin whimsically & accept ur proposal<3!! & HAHA TYSM ur making me blush >w< ..yes!! since he’s such a loner, he’s a lil rough when touching reader bc he’s so unfamiliar w the female body—he’s only seen this stuff in magazines!. mfs just so fascinated! from shy little brushes against the hand to straight up squeezing her chest. popping a boner at being so close to her, sniffing her hair & maybe even cutting a bit off when she’s 2 busy crying; a little something to add onto his souvenirs like ”oh nooo, ur bf is gone? that’s too baddd.. that’s right let it all outt.. *snip snip*” LMFAO

makes READER feel bad if she is weirded out,, like “oh u don’t like this?? then ig u don’t like me either.. it’s ok nobody does :/“ & just uses his loneliness against her! looks like a kicked puppy, how could u not let him bury his face between ur thighs when he’s sooo hungry to touch & be touched? (◞‸◟).. but if she’s still being ”difficult”, he’ll snap again & take what he wants! she might not see the outside world or loved ones again, but will become familiar w the inside of his closet! no one’ll know tht it was him who kidnapped her bc.. well, uh, who’s leon again? (& leon is a gentleman! returning from lectures, he revises notes & teaches reader himself so she keeps up w studies. if she can recite all the info while stuffing her w his cock when it comes to ‘testing’, she passes + is rewarded w his cum! :3)

..but if things go well & she’s nice enough (letting him touch her) & he reluctantly lets her go back to her room, this man is going to sniff da FUCK out of the sheets and/or any other thing she touched moment she’s gone. leon keeps the tissues she used to wipe her tears & snot too. humps his bed while inhaling her lingering scent til he’s sobbing from overstimulation & his covers are messy. laundry can wait; bro has to smell her for as long as possible! kisses the pics of reader on his wall right on the lips goodnight erry nite <3

developed like 4 more ideas just writing this out SIGH…

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OMFG THE HAIR CUTTING SNDJKSBDJSS... you are whimsical omfg these ideas have me bouncing off the walls like a nutter

he is like... basically violent with the way he gropes reader omfg he's so overwhelmed he wants to just squeeze her tits as hard as he can to get a good grip. AND THE KIDNAPPING?!?!??! damn.

leon is the type of guy to open up the closet to a tied up and gagged reader only to be like "honey, i'm home!!". and when he plays w her he really doesn't care about overstimulation. he can't stop himself at all. like he probably eats her out for hours, only to fuck her until he's literally sobbing bcs his dick hurts ksjsbsksbsjns sorry i'm dead your asks always send me to heaven

also don't be shy... send the rest in >:)

[marcusagrippa]

30, 36 and 41 with a guy of your choosing :)

YAAAYY!! i'm going to talk abt rhys because he's awful and my protagonist and i hate his stupid poet shitty hair bad breath fuckboy ass

30 - professionally, he likes to think that he doesn't really feel guilt at all, even for massive mistakes - like he. um. did accidentally kill 4000+ of his own men due to a stupid overconfident arrogant mistake he made while commanding at one point and just didnt give a shit about it - but that's mostly the. well. divine worms in his brain. personally he used to feel a lot more guilty for a lot more things - eg. the whole affair situation with gratia and bell and argent and that whole evil general polycule thing he had going on with faust and isa at some point - but as hes gotten older it's lessened considerably.

36 - oh a LOT of people. he can't stand raelin (and does eventually get her killed once her usefulness runs out, yay) but keeps her around because she's popular with the old noble houses and he needs their support if he's going to gain any further personal political power/climb the ladder to forge more convenient alliances. he can't STAND argent for a myriad of reasons (they are so insane about each other i. might make a separate post just about them tbh - a few of them include argent sleeping with rhys' current girlfriend while rhys is 'asleep' in the same bed as them (dont ask), rhys then gouging argent's eye out with a fork, argent then bribing bell to dress up as rhys' dead ex but a sexy ghost version who is naked and also covered in blood and ruin his first ever public appearance, the whole. meat cave situation. the fighting to be faust's first choice the reluctant sharing of power the most awkward dinner parties you ever had in your life. sorry i'm getting off topic) - but he keeps him around for professional gain!! with a lot of malicious intent!! because no matter how reluctantly he'll admit it, argent IS skilled and a genuinely gifted commander and. uh. yes they do fuck at multiple points btw in case you were wondering

41 - oooohhhh this is fun! he grew up in the stacks so has quite a low-class accent (for laecia major, at least), but if he's good at anything it's being a social chameleon. he manages to get rid of his accent within like. two years of joining the Body, he steals a lot of turns of phrase from gratia's friend group (middle/upper-middle playboys + poets, mainly) - but when the war starts and he gets assigned to serve under faust he makes a conscious effort to emulate the way that faust. well. does everything. speech patterns, ways of standing, how he styles his hair, how he talks to his subordinates... it pisses argent off to no end.

THAT WAS MORE THAN IWAS EXPECTING AGHHDKK. i will make a little intro list bc if you bothered to read this far you are probably very confused-

people i mentioned here (there are more) :]

rhys - rhysus actius bicinius, fanciful poet turned ruthless general and eventual vessel of chaos. a little bit cursed, but that's okay. his first love was gratia, and that ended... not so well.

argent - argent pyrrha, also an upstart - albeit one of the political kind. reluctantly serves in the military during the war. member of one of the ten great houses. looks down on people like rhys.

gratia - furia grata rotella con afranus, noblewoman, spymaster and future empress of bicinia. sister of bell. really does not like rhys, so eventually has an affair with argent. yay <3

bell - phibio bellum, the- well. he's. um. definitely something, that's for sure. will suck anyone's dick if they pay well enough. brother of gratia. 'associate' of argent. is the guy who dresses up as rhys' dead ex and pretends to haunt him.

faust - lucan faustus (shhh i wanted to put the name lucan in somewhere-), veteran general and former head of the Body. respected and feared, but not liked. probably one of the most powerful people in laecia.

raelin - raelin con cupio, one of the few people who can rival faust in political influence. coincidentally, also one of the most irritating people on the peninsula. good with words. not so good with a sword.

stuff :]

laecia - area where the story takes place. laecia major is the main city, laecia minor is the general peninsula. very old. founded by halidari and voca. some cannibalism takes place there.

the body - the governing body of laecia. think the roman senate but a LOT shittier (somehow). still a lot of sucking and fucking though

the stacks - the lower class area of laecia major. where rhys grew up.

i think that's it. tbh. ummmm this kind of turned into a general dyr intro post whoops - thank you for the ask though!! dyr is like my shitty rome inspired weird god story btw. for context. augh

[ficreadergirl]

Dangerous Inquiries (ch.7)

It was dinner time with Kory and Dick. You all were sitting at the table eating while chatting. You didn't say much but listened to them talking. About nothing but you didn't mind. They were both very good company. They made you feel at ease. You felt relaxed and happy. After dinner you all ate souffle Dick bought for you. It was pretty tasty.

"That's delicious!" Kory said. Dick smiled "My chef friend does great souffles."

"We should visit that restaurant all together!" Kory said looking at you. "It's amazing!"

"Yes. It was pretty good Dick. Thanks." you said with a slight smile. You hadn't talked much the entire dinner but you liked their company and the way they behaved. They were your family. Even when your father was still alive Dick and Kory were same with all of you. While you were thanking god you have them Dick asked you "You went to the class today?"

"Yes." you replied.

"I heard that you met Jason." Dick added. You froze a moment before speaking. "Yeah.." you avoided his gaze.

"So how did it go? Did he do something to you?" he asked anxiously. "No. Well…" you paused a bit.

"Sorta? I don't know. He came to my apartment to ask about my dad's murder case."

"Really? Did he threaten you or anything?"

"No. But he was… weird." you said quietly. The memory of him staring at you with those blue eyes flashed in front of your eyes. Your cheeks heated up. You shook your head to get yourself together.

"What do you mean?" Dick asked.

"Nothing. It was just weird."

"How weird?" he asked you. He sounded worried about you. "I don't know….he just kept asking about my father's murder." you replied.

"What kind of questions?" he asked. He seemed a bit angry now.

"He was just really persistent. Like I was being interrogated or something." you frowned. "Did he say anything else?" Dick asked with concern written all over his face.

"No..not really. But he said he wanted to know who killed my dad." you paused before continuing "He seemed really interested about him." After hearing your words Dick and Kory looked at each other. Both seemed uncomfortable. Neither one spoke for a few minutes. Finally, after a while Kory started "You better stay away from him."

"What do you mean?" you asked.

"Trust me Y/n you should stay far away from him. Something bad might happen." she said seriously. "But Kory…" you started saying "If you know something then tell me." Kory didn't reply. You looked at Dick. He didn't look at you.

After a while you said "Is there any chance you guys know white haired and eyepatched woman?" Dick and Kory looked surprised. "White hair and eyepatch?" Kory looked at you confused. "Where did you see this woman exactly Y/n?" she asked.

"A few days ago. At the library. But I haven't seen her since." you said. Dick and Kory looked at each other again. Both seemed worried. "Well we better talk." Dick said.

"Sure. Let's talk." you said. He was looking like he was deep in thought. While you were wondering what was going through his mind he said "I'll make sure they'll never bother you again."

"That's it? You're not gonna say who was she?" you asked suspiciously. "Not until I know more." he gave you a small smile which didn't reach his eyes. "Y/n. Just know that I'm trying to protect you." he added.

"You shouldn't worry about me Dick." you said. "Don't worry about you?" Dick looked offended. "Y/n! We care about you and don't want anything to hurt you."

"I know. And thank you Dick. I appreciate that." you assured him sincerely "But you don't need to worry about me. Nothing is gonna happen to me." you smiled reassuringly.

"Okay, then." Dick nodded reluctantly. You wanted to find your father's murderer. If it meant to meet shady people then so be it. Because even though you didn't understand how Jason Todd got involved with your father's murder that was your job finding out the truth. And you're more than willing to do it. After dinner you told the others goodbye and said goodbye them home.

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[swtorpigeons]

SWTOR Alliance Commander Ask Game

got tagged by @tearlessrain​ , thanks for tagging me :)

1) Who’s your Alliance Commander? What class are they? Alignment? Random other facts you wanna share? 

My Jedi Knight Bezekki! He’s a… neutral or chaotic good sorta guy. Bit of a dick, too. But he’s a Jedi, and at the end of the day, he does do what’s right - he just doesn’t have to be nice about it. The Jedi code doesn’t say anything about that.

2) What’s a reason or two you like that this character is your Commander? 

It fits him pretty well - he’s always chafed against (what he perceives as) the rigidity of the Jedi code, but he’s still very committed to doing good and helping people. He takes action and doesn’t always consider… anything.

3) What’s a reason or two you don’t like about them being Commander?

I really don’t like playing a Jedi Knight lmao. I much prefer consular/inquisitor style gameplay (i just love being glass cannon DPS) and the JK story just doesn’t really work for me. The pacing is off somehow, idk, I don’t find it terribly interesting.

4) Why did this character of all your OCs become Commander? 

It was honestly between him and my Sith Warrior Umyon - the KotFE/KotET plot just seems to be written mostly for those two classes. Maybe the other force sensitive classes, but JK and SW especially. And out of the two, from a completely ‘meta’ sorta standpoint, I think it makes more sense for the Commander to be a Jedi? I think most people would be far less likely to trust a Sith to lead any sort of faction to fight Zakuul, except for the most loyalist Imperials.

5) Who did they side with? Did they stay loyal or go saboteur? Or maybe you headcanon they defect properly? 

Definitely stayed with the Republic. Bezekki might be a bit of a grey Jedi, but he fucking hates the Empire and everything it stands for. He’d probably try and keep the Alliance as independent as possible while still allying with the Republic.

6) Are there any NPC’s from the class stories you’d like to see/HC join the Alliance? 

Hm. There aren’t often a lot of non-companion NPCs alive at the end of the class stories, are there? Honestly I’d be happy if the companions just had bigger parts in the Alliance.

7) How’s your OC feeling about the current Malgus situation?

I think more or less this is what he expects from Sith by now lmao. At this point nothing really shocks him.

8) Are any of your other OC’s part of the Alliance? If yes what do they do for the Alliance? Do they get along with your Commander?

Oh hell yes, I love when people have proper little Alliance canons where all their swtor ocs join.

Umyon, (former) Wrath of the Emperor. As a powerful force-user and the former Wrath, Umyon kind of unofficially represents the Sith in the Alliance. Outside of combat he mainly helps train padawans/acolytes in lightsaber combat, since that’s his main skill. He and Bezekki have a complicated, strained relationship - the problem is they actually get along quite well. They just both hate that. They see themselves in each other, which freaks both of them out a bit.

Annemil, Barsen’thor. Her main role is as a healer, though sometimes she reluctantly plays the role of diplomat. She hates politics, but she and Bezekki have known each other since they were teens, and she knows he can be… abrasive. Annemil’s kind smiles tend to go down easier with people.

Auxayseo, Darth Nox. Used to be more involved during the Zakuul-business, but has returned to serving the Empire after the Alliance allied with the Republic (unlike Umyon, who stuck around). She still functions as something of a diplomat between the Empire and the Alliance due to this previous involvement. She and Bezekki can’t stand each other, but they both recognise each other’s usefulness.

Emilat, (formerly) Cipher Nine. Technically isn’t in the Alliance, since he legally doesn’t exist. As much as a lot of people would like to turn their nose up at the suggestion, it is terribly useful to have a person around who specializes in… eliminating problems. Discreetly. While his experience with the SIS during the IA storyline was awful and ended in a bloodbath, his time in the Alliance slowly changed his view on the Republic, to the point where he ended up joining the SIS and completely leaving the Empire behind. He and Bezekki get along surprisingly well. Just guys being dudes.

Captain Y’riella, The Voidhound Extremely Legitimate Art Dealer! Listen. She’s put that life behind her. Y’riella’s a reformed woman, and all her art and various luxury goods are acquired 100% legally. If the Alliance just so happens to need her to… bring them something, well, that’s perfectly legal isn’t it. Nothing wrong with that. And if that something happens to be credits or weapons or information, well, that’s none of her business is it? Just friends doing friends a favor. 

9) How does your OC feel about Odessen? (Bonus: how do you feel about it) 

It gets the job done. He doesn’t really have much of an opinion of the place that isn’t about the Alliance itself. (Personally, I like it ok, except god damn do I keep getting lost there. Too many rooms.)

10) How does your Commander feel about being the Commander?

Somewhere along the lines of “It’s a shit job, but someone’s gotta do it.”

11) Favorite place in the Alliance base? 

Hangars and landing pads. For all he pretends to not give a fuck about anything except fighting Valkorion, Bezekki likes to keep up with everything - see who’s coming and going, that kinda stuff.

12/13) Favorite mission in KotFE? Favorite mission in KotET?

taking a cue from tearlessrain and combining these two, ‘cause istg they’re the same expansion. I like the party subterfuge one, that was fun. I liked the fight with Arcann too.

14) Least favorite mission in either? Why?

The fucking thing where you have to let either Vette or Torian get murdered. I’m not hugely invested in either character, but from a writing standpoint it’s just so cheap and lazy. Complete with a little “aw they’re sad you let them die” popup. Fuck off with that, I hate when games force your hand and then go “LOOK WHAT YOU DID”

15) Is your Commander successful because they’re skilled? Or are they perhaps just really lucky? 

He’s successful because he’s a little unhinged

16) From our OC’s point of view, SoR -> KotET wasn’t a fun experience, did they develop any fears as a result? 

Complete darkness freaks him out a bit now. He also suffers from sleep paralysis, though Annemil’s been helping him with both. It wasn’t an easy time for any of my swtor ocs, though, ‘cause I gotta have that good timeskip angst.

17) AU time! If your Commander wasn’t Commander, which of your other OCs would have likely taken their place? 

Umyon! He’s basically second-in-command anyway.

18) Who’s someone your Commander hopes they never have to deal with again? 

Darth Rivix. He can’t exactly put his finger on it, but dude freaks him out.

19) Does your Commander hold on to/still use any titles they earned before KotET? 

I mean. “Jedi Knight” is a pretty good title. He’s kept that one.

20) Share something, anything at all, you want about your Commander that you’ve not really gotten the chance to share before but really want to. 

He’s missing half of one of his lekku, as well as one of his arms from the elbow down, due to various injuries he suffered during the JK storyline. He doesn’t want to talk about it, though, and if asked, will come up with random vaguely-believable stories about what happened.

ALSO HE’S TRANS

[trinrose3]

Lorenzo! Tw for self image issues and implied death

1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have?

*Insert That’s my dad boogie woogie audio here* he loves him! He doesn’t think he deserves the love that he’s got :(. Theo’s very patient with Lorenzo and doesn’t like pushing him and it’s taught Lorenzo that patience and kindness can go a long way for someone.

2. Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have?

Once again REAL complicated! He’s never met her as she died shortly after he was born from an infection she got at the hospital. He thinks a lot especially as a teen that it would have been better if he was never born in the first place and that it’s his fault she’s dead (it’s not, but hey self loathing ftw! /s). Eventually he realizes that it’s not his fault and he’s thankful for her.

3. Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do they despise about their siblings?

Not technically related but Owen and Liam! He loves both but he gets along better with Owen and has a bit of a personality clash with Liam. He’s got a big inferiority complex so when he’s a young teen he finds himself resenting his brothers for their accomplishments and it forms a bit of a sore spot in their relationship to say the least.

4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient?

Lenient, even when compared to his brothers (which they’re not too happy about). They know he’s got issues so they try to help him through it rather then punish him for it and make it worse. That’s not to say he doesn’t get in trouble cause he does. A lot 💀

5. Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered?

Not really

6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child?

Affection but he doesn’t think he deserves it :(

7. What was the economic status of their family?

Well off

8. How does your character feel about religion?

Meh you do you lmao as long as you don’t use it as an excuse to be a dick he’s chill with it

10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted?

He’s very emotionally intelligent and good at reading others, he knows EXACTLY how to push you’re buttons and the type of reaction he’s gonna get out of you. If he wants to get in a fight he’s sure as hell gonna make sure you throw the first punch. Very sharp.

11. How do they see themselves: as smart, as intelligent, uneducated?

He thinks he’s stupid :(

12. How does their education and intelligence – or lack thereof - reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary, and pronunciations?

Idk.

13. Did they like school? Teachers? Schoolmates?

LMAO no. He barely made it to senior year he wanted to drop out so badly

14. Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected?

I doubt it but maybe reluctantly? I think he’s a very good writer and singer so I can see him being forced into doing so,etching with either of those, or joining something to spend time with his brothers/Amelia

15. Did they graduate? High-School? College? Do they have a PHD? A GED?

High school

16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike?

SAH(D/H) he’s very family oriented and it’s not too much pressure so he loves it. I think if he HAD to go into a profession he’d be a English teacher

17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When?

He goes with Amelia when he can and if he’s allowed to :)

18. What did they find abroad, and what did they remember?

Amelia <3 lol he loves the scenery abroad, perfectly content with sitting in a desert looking at nothing but sand cause hahaha that’s cool oh hey a bug

19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now?

He’s mentally ill/hj he hates himself but it gets better the older he gets

21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate?

If he thinks something is stupid he won’t do it even if it’s seen to be rude but that’s for shit like “no arms on the table” otherwise he’s pretty well mannered; a charmer if you will lol. Idk. Showboats, we wants to kick the, down a peg…or ten, humble yourselves before he humbled you JFJRGRJVJEF

22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner?

The gang! He was a bit of a party monster as a teen so I can see him having some “shallow” “friends” during that time. He’s always loved Amelia and most other romantic/sexual relationships were kind of a coping mechanism ngl. If you can bench press him he’s gonna swoon, very into looks when looking for something casual, but if you’re an asshole he won’t bother with you.

23. What do they want from a partner? What do they think and feel of sex?

Like I said above he kinda uses it as a coping tool before he gets with Amelia. He kind of uses it as a sense of accomplishment and self worth, if his partner feels good he feels good. He’s a bit reckless with other peoples feeling sometimes which can lead to him being a bit selfish or seeming like he’s uncaring towards his partners when they’re not currently in the moment; he’s a bit of a Casanova/heartbreaker 😂. Whore lmao

24. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?

Like I said he was a bit of a party animal lol. He likes being the center of attention during those. He always attends events that his brothers or Amelia are in so if Owen is in a play you’ll be sure to see him (and the rest of fam) somewhere in the crowed or hell even backstage

25. What are their hobbies and interests?

His garden/plants! He also volunteers at local shelter and even fosters some of the pets from there if he can! Big fan of cozy games like staffed valley and sims

[chippedaxe]

AXE! Could you do the usual mcyts you write for with cockwarming HCS? Ty! <3

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Title: cock-warming HCS <3

Warnings: NSFW!, Switch reader?, pet names, idk what other tags tbh.

Pronouns: They/Them

Synopsis: cockwarming headcanons of the mcyt's.

Word count: 1.2k

Note: :P

*There are mentions of holes and that but you can just imagine it as either a vagina or an asshole.

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Dream

- You came up to Dream and lowered your head so you didn't have to meet his gaze, he immediately saw something was wrong and asked about it "Nothing bad- I was just thinking.. Could we do something.." you trailed off with your thought process.

- "Tell me now before you forget about it, darling" Dream grabs your chin gently "I wanna do cock-warming with you.. Please?" you spoke up "Oh of course! I'd love to do that with you, sweetheart" His eyes lit up and you could tell he was excited.

- He would offer you his lap to sit on quite a lot since then, hoping you would warm up his dick as well. "Come on- you said you wanted to try it!" he'd innocently say "Well okay then.."

- You'd lower yourself down on him, your tight hole stretching as his cock pushed further into you "Oh you feel so good.. It's gonna be hard to just sit here staying still with your body feeling like that.." Dream groans into your ear.

- It'd be almost like torture to Dream, he would have to just sit there doing nothing?? Maybe he shouldn't have been so eager to get you on his cock..

Sapnap

- You were laying on the couch with Sapnap when he pressed up against you from behind, his bulge digging into your ass "Need some help?" you asked and started to turn around but Sapnap just hugged you.

- "No- just need to be closer to you.." Sapnap mumbled into the crook of your neck "I know a way we can be closer, come on darling" you caressed his cheek. Sapnap pulled away and pouted as he pulled down his pants just a bit so his cock could come out, you then pulled your pants down and sat on his cock.

- You threw your arms around Sapnap's neck, snuggling against him warmly "Oh this is wonderful.. Love bein' so close to you, darlin'.." Sapnap whispers in your ear.

- Sapnap held onto you so tightly that you couldn't even move if you wanted to! It was nice to be so close to him but it'd make you so needy whenever he'd shift around on the couch, small movements making you squeak.

- Sapnap would eventually break and just grab onto your hips, ramming into your without warning and smashing up your insides with his dick.

George

- He will be laying with you on the bed when you bring it up, he would be half asleep and not realize what you're saying until he wakes up again in the morning. "Wait- did you say you wanted to cock warm me or was that just a dream I had?" he wouldn't be too sure but would be happy to do it with you.

- He wouldn't understand it a whole lot but would be happy to do it if you wanted him to, pulling him to the side on the bed and slipping him inside of you to just rest in there. "Wait- no moving?" George is gutted, he didn't know that was apart of cock warming.

- George probably disregards it and does it anyways, grinding against you sometimes when it'd get too much for him, normally making you end up with cum stuffed inside of you like usual.

- "Sorry I didn't do it right love, felt too good" George hums into your ear as he hugs you from behind and leans his head on your shoulder "It's fine.. I liked it too" you reassure him.

Eret

- You crawled onto their lap and stared down at her face, his eyes glancing up to meet yours "yes? What is it?" he grinned at you. "I- I want something.." You weren't great at speaking what you wanted but she helped to encourage you "Oh yeah? What is it?" He asked as they grabbed your hips.

- You squeaked and gulped nervously "Can I just sit on your cock? Not move- just sit there?" you asked "If you can handle it then of course my darling" Eret stroked your hair and smiled fondly. You were happy to get what you wanted but you felt slightly upset from his remark, of course you could handle it.

- Irony; simply put, dramatic irony is when a person makes a harmless remark, and someone else who hears it knows something that makes the remark have a different, and usually unpleasant, meaning. That was in fact ironic, because you in fact could not handle it.

- You were squirming on their lap and trying your best not to move, not wanting to upset Eret in any way "Dear. What's wrong? Speak up" Eret caressed your cheek and that's when you knew that she could see right through you. You sighed and started to move slowly "Aw so you couldn't handle it after all, it's cute you tried though.." Eret shrugged.

Karl

- He was the one who brought it up with you, wanting to be closer to you and touch you more. "Please- Can I just slip it in you? I won't move, promise!" Karl pleaded "Oh of course hun, that sounds good to me" you accepted.

- Karl was ecstatic and was literally bouncing for joy, hopping in place and clapping his hands "Oh yes! I can't wait!" he was all giggly and excited now. Great, now you've got a hyperactive Karl.

- You were cuddling him on the couch when you remembered his request from earlier, slipping your pants down a bit to reveal your bare crotch. Karl looked down at you "What're you doing?" he looked at you, you hummed in response and tugged his pants down so you could slip his cock inside you.

- Karl let out a load groan when you finally slid him inside, sighing and relaxing when you snuggled up against him "Oh this is nicer than I expected.. I love you" Karl smiled down at you.

Punz

- "Can I cock-warm you?" Punz asked as he got into bed, pulling the blankets away from you which left you laying there in the cold. "Cock-warm? Sure.." you agreed reluctantly as you had no idea what he meant.

- Punz got on top of you and slid your pajama bottoms down, taking your underwear off too and sliding himself inside of you. You hissed at the feeling "ah- Punz.." you winced "Does that hurt?" Punz froze. "No- I'm just a bit sensitive at the moment" your face heated up, "Don't worry darlin' I'm not gonna move" Punz kissed your forehead.

- It felt weird to have his dick just sitting inside of you, not moving at all. One of you would go to move which would result in a bit of friction which would tickle the both of you a bit "Ah-"

- You could probably cock-warm him some other time without it resulting in rough sex but that time wasn't now.

[poedamneron01]

B. Bridgerton x F!Cowper!reader pt 2

summary; after the unexpected meeting of the eldest Cowper daughter and Second eldest Bridgerton at Lady Danbury’s ball, the ton is beaming with the prospect of the new couple. benedict is overcome with an odd feeling he only feels when he is in his element of doing what he does best; his art, while Y/N is quietly settling back in at home.

benedict bridgerton x f!cowper!reader

Warnings; colin being a wee bit of a dick.

benedict bridgerton masterlist.

A/N ok sorry this isn’t as good as part one, but i promise they will get better!

“Benedict, you look as if you haven’t slept.” Violet Bridgerton frowned as her son joined the rest of his family in the drawing room of the Bridgerton home, “It is because I haven’t, mother.” Benedict responded as he fell down between Colin and Eloise on one of the comforters.

“He was busy fantasising about a Cowper.” Colin sneered at the mention of the retched family who have been the cause of many issues within his family “She is not just a Cowper, Colin.” Benedict responded with a grumble as Eloise closed her book from beside him “Have you forgotten about all the horrible things that family has done to Daphne, Pen and Eloise?” Colin exclaimed and Benedict’s jaw tightened.

“No I haven’t brother, and last I remembered they were the doings of her mother and sister, not her.” Benedict replied as he ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “Well I do hope you don’t plan on courting her, because I certainly do not approve.” Colin muttered and Benedict turned to look at his oaf of a brother.

“Where did you two come from at the ball the other night?” Eloise asked with a smirk “You both reentered the ball arm in arm after we had not seen you for sometime.” Benedict sent his younger sister a pointed look “She was looking for some wine, I simply helped her find some, that is all.” Benedict pushed himself off the comforter and faced his family “Besides, she is different and nothing like her family at all.”

Violet Bridgerton stood by the piano where Hyacinth was playing a sweet melody, her eyebrows raised in shock at the words coming from her son, before he stormed out of the room. “No one knows anything about her Colin, give the girl a chance.” Violet asked of her son and the man shrugged “Not after the things her family has done mother.” Colin stated and Violet sighed in frustration.

#

Y/N Cowper had been on Benedict Bridgerton’s mind since they met at Lady Danbury’s ball, something he would be forever grateful for. He could not forget the image of how perfect she was in that dim lit room. His fingers twitched and flexed as he felt the need to draw her once more as he spent the past days doing so.

He was walking down the busy street, mind very obviously elsewhere as he was stopped by a smaller body colliding with his with an oof “Oh my-” the voice squeaked as they stumbled back a few paces. Benedict reached for the petite frame, steadying them on their feet and he felt his heart speed up.

“Benedict!” It was her.

Benedict grinned “Y/N, my apologies I wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking.” He reluctantly dropped his hands and Y/N smiled, a small laugh leaving her lips “Your mind was elsewhere, there is absolutely no need for an apology, these things happen!” His heart was beating at a wild pace as the two stood in the middle of the pavement.

Benedict breathily laughed “Would you like to join me? I was going to promenade, it’s the perfect day for it.” Y/N asked him as passerby’s stared intently at the two of them. Benedict smiled and nodded “It would be my honour, my Lady.” He smirked, remembering her distaste for the title at the ball a few nights before.

Benedict offered the woman his arm as she rolled her eyes “If we weren’t in front of prying eyes I would have spoken some choice words.” She commented and Benedict raised his eyebrows with a grin “Doesn’t sound very ladylike.” He teased as the two began walking together “You will soon find out I am far from a lady, Benedict.” She responded.

The two had fallen into comfortable conversation, topics flowing freely, no limit or barrier to what they were discussing, it was quite comforting for Benedict. “So I have heard that you are somewhat of an artist.” Y/N smiled as the two continued their walk.

Benedict nodded “Could you teach me?” She asked him suddenly and the pair stopped walking “I have always wanted to know how to draw, I think it would be quite enjoyable and very calming.” After hearing those words, he had definitely fallen head first in love with this woman before him.

“I would like nothing more than to teach you, but how are we to do so?” He asked curiously and Y/N chuckled “We are both adults are we not? The idea of having to hide is quite preposterous to me, maybe it’s because I have been away for so long and tasted such freedoms.” She explained, head tilted slightly to look up at Benedict.

“Since we are both adults,” he began, though lowering his voice slightly, cautious of those around them “every Friday, we meet and I can take you to a studio I frequent and we can do lessons. But on one condition,” he added on as Y/N nodded her head “you tell me stories of your travels.”

The woman nodded “You have yourself a deal Bridgerton, but I also have one condition.” Benedict nodded for her to continue “That you bring wine, lots of it… oh! and save me a dance for each of the upcoming balls… so really it is two conditions.” She giggled and shrugged her shoulders.

“You have yourself a deal Y/N.” The pair turned and continued their promenade under the glistening sun, they truly looked like an elegant couple.

#

“There you are Y/N! Where have you been all day?” Lady Cowper exclaimed in shock as her daughter waltzed into the drawing room, which was full of suitors with bouquets of flowers, and boxes that held some type of irrelevant present in them. “Sorry mama, I was out enjoying the sun! Are all these fine gentlemen here for Cressida?” Y/N asked with a kind smile and her sister scowled “They are here to see you sister.” Y/N swallowed and her smile faltered “I must apologise my Lord’s, but I am not seeking a husband this season, I-” she was cut off by Cressida “But I am seeking a husband!”

Y/N curtsied and left the room, where countless groans of frustration were heard and multiple footsteps as the men left her home. “May, will you draw me a bath please, I need some time to myself.” Her maid nodded with a kind smile as she set off to prepare Y/N’s bath. She could not keep Benedict Bridgerton off her mind, he was so incredibly handsome. The man was the definition of tall, dark and handsome. He made her feel normal, in a world full of false narratives he helped her feel grounded and alive.

Y/N was no child, she understood the act of pleasure that a man and woman would do, as a woman she understood her body far better than many of the women in London and she could tell that Benedict was a man well experienced. This only excited her as she entered her bedroom and began to undress slowly and carefully as the maids prepared her a bath, she could not wait for Friday’s.

“Y/N dearest.” Her mother’s sickening voice cut her out of her trance as she stood in her underdress, waiting for her bath to be filled patiently. “Yes mama.” The older lady sat at the foot of her eldest daughter’s bed, “Why did you return home?” Her mother asked and Y/N’s head snapped to look at her.

“Is my presence troubling for you?” Y/N asked in shock and her mother remained still “Why come home if you seek not to marry?” Lady Cowper asked and Y/N cleared her throat “Maybe my heart is already set on someone, but why does it matter? I am home after five years and you could not care for the life of me!” Y/N spoke in a small voice and her mother understood.

“That Bridgerton boy.” She came to a realisation, and her daughter stayed silent, mind flashing images of the handsome man. “Did something happen between you two?” Lady Cowper sternly asked and Y/N shook her head “Nothing you need to concern yourself about, but I care deeply for him.” Lady Cowper nodded and stood up, brushing her skirts out “Very well.”

#

Benedict arrived home after his eventful promenade with Y/N, a pep in his step and large smile on his face. “Brother, where have you been all day?” Anthony asked as Benedict entered the foyer of his family home “Out.” Benedict stated as he sped past his brother and sister-in-law and up the staircase. “He was out with Y/N Cowper, the whole ton is talking about the two.” Colin answered for his brother and Benedict came to a halt halfway up the stairs.

“How was that?” Kate asked with a smirk and Benedict nodded “It was eventful, we enjoyed ourselves very much so.” Colin shook his head in distaste “Benedict save yourself the trouble with her.” The second eldest narrowed his eyes at his younger brother “Maybe if you got to know her like myself, you would find she is a kind hearted individual, unlike her sister and mother.” Benedict responded, staring into Colin’s soul after the words he spoke this morning “Yes I am courting her, and I do intend to propose.” Colin scoffed at his brother’s words “How are you so certain you will be happy with her?” Colin pushed.

“Because when we spoke at the ball the other night, she took my breath away, she made my heart speed up in a way it has never done before! She is unlike any woman I have met in my lifetime thus far, she appreciates the real me, the Benedict who prefers being alone and in a studio making art, to the Benedict who shows up at ball’s and parades around like it is some great thing to be a Bridgerton!” His voice raised with each word he uttered and left Kate and Anthony with shocked but understanding looks, while Colin stood stunned.

“You will understand one day brother, I assure you. But when I am with her I am simply Benedict, and she is simply Y/N.” The speech had brought out the entire family, where Violet, Eloise, Francesca, Gregory and Hyacinth watched on from the balcony above “May I be excused.” He whispered, earning a nod from Anthony.

Everything was happening so quickly, but Benedict had never been so sure of something in his life.

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@nao-cchi @woodyandbuzz20-01

[tendous-socks]

TOKYO REVENGERS HEADCANONS OF ME BEING NON BINARY / REACTING TO SOMEONE BEING NON BINARY

tw: ⚠️⚠️kisaki⚠️⚠️ and manga spoilers, mentions of death, transphobia,

would misgender and dead-name me

1.kisaki.

must i need an explanation?😐

2. shion

“ what’re you gonna do about it?? HUH?? WHAT’RE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT ???”

actively looks for a fight

… if y’all are in a relationship he’d still call you his “girl” but beats people up for doing so….

3. mucho

i get the vibes that he’s traditional

would silently stare in judgment

4. mochi

he just doesn’t care clslfkxkslk

thinks it’s weird

“ nor/mal”

7. rindou..

“you either have a pen or a vag. “

8.ran

“interesting”

*continues dead naming me*

9. KOKO

he would be nicer about it when he’s in toman due to inui… but once they’re separated- an ABSOLUTE MEANCE

… reluctantly apart of the protection squad with inui ( enjoys beating people up tho)

10. bontent mikey

… he’s just so tired and doesn’t really care ) that is if you’re not close with him… but then again how close can you really get?)

11. ) PAH CHIN

AND ONLY BECAUSE HE WAS IGNORANT AND HIS FATHER DIDN BELIEVE IN THAT STUFF AND HE DIDNT KNOW BUT THEN ( if y’all are close ) HE’D FEEL BAD AND AFTER YOU EXPLAINED IT TO HIM HE TOLD PEH CHIN TOO AND WERE SURPRISINGLY SUPPORTIVE

but if y’all ain’t close he would slowly get the hint… this is canon.

because i said so-

11. sanzu…

he’s quietly judging you

EDIT

SOMEONE SAID SANZU WOULD USE ANY PRONOUNS AND I REALLY LIKE THAT HC-

SO SANZU WOULD PROBABLY JUST ‘ SILENTLY JUDGE YOU’ SO OTHERS DONT CATCH ON MHMHM

12. akashi

traditional- plus it was a different era for him growing up so…

(would glare at someone if he really did see you getting emotionally distressed)

13. smiley

“ that’s one of the most stupidest shit ive ever fucking heard 😁”

.🙁

“ you either have tits or a dick “

.☹️

but would beat people up if you get SUPER upset ( call it his protect instincts with angry, but would send people to the hospital)

14. taiju

“ i wanna church girl who goes to church and reads her bible “

would spit at me

- WHO WOULD BEAT SOMEONE UP FOR DEAD-NAMING / MISGENDERING

1. PAH CHIN AND PEH YAN

THEYRE ABSOLUTE MENACES TO SOCIETY IF SOMEONE CALLS YOU A GIRL / BOY

head canon : during tenjiku you were there and had to adjust your transtape cause it was coming lose 🙄

which is literally the most annoying thing in the world-

and shion saw you.

he came up and was like “ HUH WHAT’VE WE GOT HERE?? A GIRL PRETENDING TO BE A G-“

couldn’t even finish his sentence with how fast peh chin clocked his ass 🤭

( peh yan supremacy)

2. my main man takemichy

no explanation needed ( maybe deadnamed you only once cause he didn’t know)

3. inui cause i said so

5. BAJI BAJI

BAJI WOULD ALMOST KILL A DUDE FOR CALLING YOU YOUR DEAD NAME

i KNOW mama baji raised him right ✋🙄

almost clocked chifuyu when you told him about your first encounter kcksldofospdoco

almost clocked your mom when she said “you got it girlfriend”

she was confused when she saw you desperately trying to prevent the next criminal minds episode

best listener for body dystrophia fight me 🙉❤️

6. senju

*comes out*

“..oh okay! anyways as i was saying [preferred name] “

would need some gentle reminders only once or twice cause i will say it does take a bit of time for people to get used to it and there are always a few slip ups

tells akashi about your pronouns ( ONLY WITH YOUR CONSENT OFC)

( promises to try and be more girly if he calls you by them and your preferred name)

she wants you to go into more details about what you’re feeling cause she’s genuinely very interested about everything and she wants to know more about you.

7. emma 😻 vv supportive 🙌🙌

*sicks mikey and draken out on anyone who hurts your feelings

“you know [blah blah blah] from history?”

“of course yeah “

“yeah he ended up calling me slur during class- what’re you doing?”

*emma pulling out her phone

“hm? oh nothing don’t worry about it”

gave more insight about it to draken and mikey

8. HINA

YALL SAW HOW SHE SLAPPED MIKEY-

THIS GIRL WOULD D R A G A BITCH BY THEIR HAIR IF SHE SAW THEM BULLYING YOU

the one of correct takemichy

9. yuzuha

hina but 10x worse

trips transphobes for shit and giggles 🤪🤞

i like to think that the girls (all 4) would just all stare down a girl who was shit talking you and just pick her apart mercilessly ( a little ooc but this is my head canons so they can be whatever i say they are)

ones idk about

1. mikey

he knows that you can handle yourself so he lets you correct people.

or

sometimes he’ll jump in and correct them instead for one of two reasons.

1. he felt like it

2. they kept calling you your dead name and misgendering you EVEN THOUGH you already corrected them

but if the person ACTIVELY does that and says some… not so fruity things. he’ll send em to the hospital and end up on life support 😌☝️

like dom tertto, he cares about his family. and toman is his family, and you’re in toman ( not THAT kind of y/n way 🙄 )

“ BE WHO YOU AREE🌈🌈🌈🌈🤪🤞🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈”

1. draken

… listen… idk why, but i just don’t SEE him beating people up for misgendering me… well okay i kinda see it,

but he’d be like, “ i don’t understand what you’re going through, but i support you and if you want to talk about it i’m here”

wants to try and understand so like i said before, he lets you rant about what you’re feeling

would let you handle your own battles cause your strong enough to

a true king 😎🙌

does in fact throw punches when it gets REALLY BAD

2. angry

… idk h o w empathic he is and how mad he’d have to be on your behalf when people actively kept misgendering you to become the blue ogre.

but he’d just start crying at the confrontation.. 😐

my hero ig 🤥

3. izana

“ that’s fucking stupid”

*beats up middle aged woman who said for you to “ have a good day ma’am”

but if y’all close he’ll only say it’s stupid once when he sees you genuinely upset and ignoring him

“ be who you are.. 🌈”

4. kaku

same boat as izana, A LOT less judgmental

5. mitsuya

won’t hesitate to send a bitch flying

actively corrects people

( teaches luna and mana about your pronouns for the next time you come over 🕺🏻)

TAKES YOU SHOPPING FOR CLOTHES

6. haitani brothers

*actively bullies you

*bullies kid into the grave for looking at your chest area

7. …hakkai

he accidentally slipped up once🤒

WHEN I SAY THIS MANS FACE WENT PALE- HE DIDNT TALK TO YOU FOR A W E E K MINIUM CAUSE HE FELT SO BAD

YOU KEPT TELLING HIM THAT ITS FINE-

BUT HE FELT AWFUL

( has nightmares about it)

8. chifuyu would only do it in his mohawk era cause he wanted to seem metal and impress da boys 🥶🥶☝️☝️

pulled you aside at the end of the day to apologize

( like i said before, baji almost clocked him when you told him about your first encounter )

who am i kidding they’re all in gangs, they’d probably kill someone if they hurt you cospwpfoslief

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IF YALL GOT ANYMORE IDEAS LMK CAUSE IM INVESTED IN YHIS AND WANNA HEAR WHAT YALL THINK

[kissingchoso]

Adoration - Tooru Oikawa

Pairing: Tooru Oikawa x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: A very self indulgent piece about softdom!Oikawa.

Warnings: 18+ content, d/s relations, softdom!oikawa, subspace reader, consent asking, covering in cum, OOC oikawa (???? idk its my first time writing for him), it’s actually pretty soft.

A/N: lmao if you ever saw me say i’m not an oikawa fucker in my tags before, no you didn’t. that’s not me. wrong bitch. you can all thank the bestie cas ( @karasunosimp ) for encouraging this. i know she was waiting for me to finally convert, as well as other besties who wanted me to experiment with this fic. 🖤

You think you’re living in a pleasant dream once your boyfriend comes home. His heavy duffel bag is perched upon his shoulder, thick viens running down the lengths of his arms as well as muscles protruding through his skin. He looked pretty, even when the lines of exhaustion contorted his face. Still, he was considerate enough to greet you with a gentle, “Hey baby,” and a kiss to your forehead. 

It’s not much, but he promises to show you some more loving post shower. It’s hard to deny when his breath ghosts your ear and he chuckles when your body goes slightly rigid from his close proximity. 

It’s a short endeavor, regardless. Oikawa finishes his shower with just enough time before your eyes close for the night. It doesn’t matter that his hair is still damp or is the fact the steam from the shower clings to his bare chest when he looms over you. 

He’s already rock hard by the time he’s on top of you, hardened dick rubbing against the exposed skin of your thigh. A gentle grumble sounds from a deep part of his chest before his lips are pressed against yours.

Sometimes you think its not fair to have such a pretty man like this. For you to be the only one to bear witness in his most vulnerable state while the rest of the world gets to watch him grow higher than ever. For you to be the only person to center him back to reality, to ease his worries, to let him fuck you silly as he exerts the remaining bits of his energy for the day. It’s poetic, really. 

It doesn’t take long for him to have you naked, reluctantly pulling away from your warmth so he can strip you bare. There’s a slight sense of urgency as he’s taking off your clothes, hands heavily pawing at your thighs to spread them open for him.

“C’mon pretty, let me taste you. Think you can let me do that?” He waits, as always, for your consent. There’s always a mixture of light and darkness in his eyes whenever you two get intimate. As easy as it could be for him to take what he wants, he’d rather hear those filthy words leave your lips and watch as you bashfully turn away from his gaze.

Nonverbal answers are simply unacceptable, and you know this. 

So why do you get choked up every time he looks at you like this? 

All you could muster is a faint whimper, gently knocking your knee against his shoulder but the hold on your hips tighten, almost punishingly. “Ah ah ah. C’mon, y’know the rules. Don’t make me repeat myself,” the warning was clear, yet you know he had no fight left in him to punish you at all tonight. Despite the hardness in his voice, you can tell all he was looking forward to is hearing you cry out his name tonight.

“P-Please,” the kisses on your inner thighs are encouraging, hinting to what you desire most but denying you that bit of pleasure you so desperately desire. He can’t keep spoiling you forever. “Tooru, please eat me out! Wanna cum for you! Wanna be your good girl.”

He shushes you with a soft chuckle against your pelvic bone. “Music to my ears, baby girl. Don’t worry, daddy’ll take care of you~”

And he does! The same way he has you gripping the bedsheets with his tongue is the same when he’s finally fucking you on his dick. Bare chests against each other as he rocks his hips into you with a semi-steady beat. It’s raw, intense, and filled with broken versions of each other’s names. 

He’s present the entire time, face buried deep into your neck as he loses himself in the feeling of your gummy and warm cunt. Dick drilling into you, using all eight inches to bury deep inside of you, hips angled at the perfect position so he is brushing against your womb with his tip. It’s absolutely intoxicating.

Oh, don’t be embarrassed when you cum too early. He’s kissing those pesky tears in the corners in your eyes, hips transfer to a gentle grind. “You’re good, sweetheart. You’re good. Hey, look at me.” It takes some coaxing, but when you  finally manage to focus in on the chocolate eyes staring into yours, he’s greeting you with a smile. “There she is,” he cooes, rolling his hips against yours slowly.

“Hah, Tooru~”

“Think you can hold out for me, sweetheart?”

“Y-You didn’t-” it’s hard to focus on anything, what with the way his hips are involuntarily humping your heat. Control is slowly becoming harder for him to grasp, but he is doing his best. For you.

“I know baby, I know. I’m close though. Can I fuck you some more, hm? Just give me a couple more minutes” his question needs no begging. The response is immediate with the way you wrap your legs around his waist and start nodding that it nearly dizzies you. Another praise falls from his lips before he’s picking up his pace again.

For some reason, you’re more acutely aware of the balls slapping against your ass or the squelching sound that comes from between your legs whenever Tooru adjusts himself or the sounds of his moans getting louder the closer he got. The best part? It was all for you!

Pretty girl who he thinks about starting and ending his day. The one who puts all this trust in him, so much that he can freely do the things he wants with you with no hesitation. Even if it meant living with your dom with no issues or strings attached. 

It’s true what he said, all he needed was a couple of minutes inside of your wet pussy before he was sitting up and pulling his hips back far enough so he could cover your lower body with his cum. It feels like fire against your skin, but you love it. All because it came from your special Tooru.

“Fuck, I love you so much Y/N,” he gently crooned to you.

“Love you too, Tooru~”

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